Scott Marks 12:30 p.m., July 26
- Rated R | 1 hour, 28 minutes
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Before reaching their campsite, a vacationing couple make a pit stop at a convenience store. Wouldn’t you know it, the first person they come in contact with is half the team of psychos who’ll soon be their tormentors. As if this heinous happenstance were not offensive enough, Killing Ground stands its ground as cinematic pandering of the lowest order. By the time the film’s two concurrent, just slightly out-of-synch storylines finally mesh, the film has nothing left to show for itself but rape, infanticide, and torture porn. It’s one thing for a movie to forever sour me on camping — Deliverance did that ages ago. Killing Ground is so loathsome, so squalid, such a vile, vulgar nightmare of a movie that it’s enough to permanently turn me off IFC Midnight. Made with the basest of intentions and aimed at the lowest form of humanity there is, let this be the first and last feature from Damien Power. 2017.